1. Sleeping Murder

As the ray of light, and we see it, it mourns
and so the light has fallen to bleach
as this sleeping murder (is) still haunting me
it hurts, I'm going insane, this starvation over sleep

Over sleep!

In the mist a flowing sadness sees you
drenched to the world above, nothing breathes in you
And you'll betray our love, is this destruction?
our fall eternal, in this sleeping murder

I'm the last one who makes you fall
As the spirits escape through your wounds

We will be caught by will
sadness, sleep now
As mere dreams
scars repair

Sleeping soon...
as mispleased
He's dead
now you're roved

2. Night's Dew

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3. Sylvan-Night

Sweet bleak bliss of these pale mists pass...
and I watch in trance how this weather's
wind howls between the trees... and how these
last signs of light smoothly dances within...
trying to ease this dark burden... just let me
emerge in and touch sylvan-night... care-
fully they caress me and touch gently...
though my worlds are not spoken here and
never revealed... I do dream this in myself
as I'm painfully wrapped in leaves...

4. Quiet These Paintings Are – Outro

Why did you leave these colours so they'll fade?
but soon they will be as one for the moment
I will stare into this dim, silent sea
silent sea

and we'll suffer the kiss bright

on the fields vails emotion
live still never they'll return
as they are laid to rest
into this one lonely life
in which depths is growing
growing

as they are laid to rest
into this one lonely life
with depths is growing painfully into life
to die

into life
to die

5. To Adorn

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6. Shadowed Dreams

This day travels within dense mist and woke this clearer sight as the birth of the night were seen...
though my mind wandered like a stream beside, carressing a sigh...
fading afar... closing me in, to astray.
Still motionless I am, I carry the seeds of horror inside me.
This pain... grows in me and try to reach the other side... infinity of dreams...
and they all – each side in me – are listening myself and my mind blacken...
fading like that gone sigh... and I fall... down into the stream...

7. In The Mist

Slow my feet are
frozen their veins
still closing helplessly afar
waking the creatures within

I am a lonely traveller awaiting to sleep
eternally under those cold woods
as my fall brings then

shadows of their wings as howling their
pleads wounded, I lay on ground
listening their needs

It's dark and cold
and they fly slowly
the way they were told.
To feast mine fleshly dreaming.
And they know surely,
they raped mine soul.